“What does he mean by that?!”
Declan’s voice rose and his grip on his wife tightened. Shannon watched with indifference behind him, while Lowell was quick to remind his brother to control his temper. There were a lot of eyes surrounding them – many of which were those they couldn’t trust.
“Explain it to me, wife!” Declan insisted in a low but forceful whisper.
Clarisse would’ve lost her temper with Declan if not for a familiar howl that echoed. The sound felt like it was nearer. And just as she thought, Luke Morgenstein emerged from around the corner – this time around fully dressed and prim and proper.
Konrard might have walked with great sophistication, but purebloods of the highest ranks in the royal hierarchy were far different. Luke Morgenstein exuded a majestic aura that demanded respect without even speaking a single word. With just one stern look, Declan shut his mouth and listened.
